Im confused by the new trendy television shows, dubbed as Reality T.V. People stranded on deserted islands; eating disgusting things; and living with twenty different women to compete for a rose. Whose reality is this?
A true reality T.V. show would have several different homes with mothers left to attend, organize and leave a feeling of peace and love at the end of the day to multitudes of children. The only tools at the mothers disposal would be quick reflexes, a higher I.Q. then the children and a phone number to a well-meaning mother-in-law.
My own reality programming begins at 7:00 a.m. The children and I head out to milk goats that like to kick the milk bucket over. There is no handsome male standing about in a three-piece suit, observing my skills. For that I am thankful, as I still havent combed my hair, and Im wearing an ancient dress with sweat pants. Im not an object of beauty.
Drop in at any point in the day and you will see things pretty much the same. I havent had time to change my clothes or comb my hair, my own children are tipping over cups of milk, and there is still no handsome male with his long hair blowing in the wind, waiting to take me away from it all.
By dinner time things are looking up. Ive put on a clean dress, sans sweat pants and combed my hair or at least convinced myself it doesnt really look all that bad. Ive put the milk in the dinner so it cant be spilled. I check the clock, and right on time in walks a handsome male, covered in grease and slightly balding. He greets me with a smile and kiss.
Thats all the reality I really need.
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Apr. 30, 2006
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Maureen